TOO LATE
I am enough
though blindness hides
distorts reality
‘Til I am lost
illusions deep
imagining a need
Where once I slept
on cushioned cloud
sweetened by the sun
I longed for yonder
journeys wild
valleys thickly treed
Too late I saw
I’d lost my way
a pristine river free
And all I had
beneath my frame
was rocky soil
of greed
The key is to enjoy the journey..the destinations are boring...this poem spins images, uses beautiful words to create a poetical magic...I was also travelling with you in this...such is the power of your poetry....good work Elayna..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank God! ! I wasn't too late to read this... But you know what? It's not over, 'Coz it's never too late. :)